When parts of you come home
Some limping, weary and weak
Perhaps exhausted from battle
Or disappointed in defeat.
When parts of you come home
Some glammed up with bling
Adventure a confident conquest
A stage where your heart did sing!
When parts of you come home
Despair and pain in your eyes
For life has treated you unkindly,
Scarred by what makes you wise.
When parts of you come home
But you see them in newborn life
When all gather to celebrate
A life new not yet knowing strife.
When parts of you come home
The Master will lovingly restore
Breathe sweet air in your lungs
But you’ll not be who you were before.
When these parts of you get home
God will knit you together with grace
You’ll be who you’re meant to be
For you at last can see God’s face.
d.f.a.v. 2/9/15
—Donna